The Beauty Of Metallic Symphony

January 13, 2011

Blood and tears shed mean a lot,
but, knife on self's wrist means not.

From now, I can sigh a billion times on this guy... It's a friends of mine. He's going insane. Is he always left out like this in school, or did he do that just to attract attention? Does he think the entire civilization of Singapore hates him? Does his parents sell him for a small income to feed the rest of family? FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I admit that I have taken too many blows on my emotions before. I understand it hurts being left out before, but have I ever, ever thought of a knife on my skin?

Man up! MAN UP I SAID, MAN UP!! No real man in this world would fall back from doubts. No soldier in war would ever want to wound themselves before entering the field. Unless you can name me any person in the world, other than yourself, who is willing to wound him/herself before a brawl.

One more thing. Spartans... Weren't you their biggest fans? Learn your idols' value: determination.

Spartans don't die. They re-spawn.

Read my blog title yet? That's all I have for you now, freak...

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